It was late and the club was nearly empty. The festival outside of town drew the crowds this time of year and Vexa was often left simply cleaning glasses and the counter over and over to cure her border. The short desert Xero wandered back and forth for a while, cleaning this and that, organizing the bottles of drink mixes and spirits before a familiar voice rang out behind her.
Instantly her biolum beamed bright blue as she flipped around and saw the most wonderf...
